The first day of four from Dursey to Kenmare to complete most of the Beara Way.
Swaying over the sound, leaning into the wind, a bull, a cow, and a calf, a dark past and a lonely present.
Clooties and a stone circle, a route quandary, mines and rainbow houses.
Kissed by the clouds under Hungry Hill, one more valley and another, a treat for the feet and a humongous ice-cream.
Climbing the Sugar Loaf, into the mist, a disturbing cache, an apparition, sleeping under Hungry Hill.